Morning Would...

As Oto awoke to the gentle morning light, he shifted under the comfortable sheets, slowly stirring from the most restful nights sleep he had ever experienced. With a yawn, stretching his arms out, his hand brushed against something unusual. Sniffing weakly through his still-aching nose, he wriggled his fingers against the soft surface he touched, trying to understand it before looking.

That’s a strange pillow. He thought, flexing his fingers and feeling more.

Adjusting his gaze, he began to realize that what he felt wasn’t a pillow at all, but hair. As this fact took hold in his mind, the moment passed, and a body rolled over in the bed, resting an arm over him.

Immediately, Oto’s heart began to race as his eyes opened wide. Shifting his full attention over, he saw her. A loosely dressed Hayami was lying in the bed with him. But more than that, she was currently lying across him with her head nuzzled into his neck as her arm stretched over his chest. He could feel her warm chest, barely contained by the high-neck bralette that had escaped from her opened kimono, as it pressed against his arm. Her leg, bent at an angle, was over his waist as the lace of her cheeky panties rubbed against his thigh.

A chill shook his body as he froze in place. Oto attempted not to move, or breathe, or even think. He was paralyzed. There were no thoughts that could convey the terror and excitement he felt being clung to by someone that he found so flawlessly beautiful. And as he waited there, unable to process the world around him, his chest began to burn.

Oto had forgotten to resume breathing.

With a trembling inhale, he gulped air back into his lungs. But this movement had been enough to stir Hayami, who shifted herself closer to the warmth of his body. Her head nuzzled in tightly as her leg shifted over, gently brushing against the thin fabric of his satin shorts. Against more than simply fabric.

No. No. No. Behave. Stop it. Stop it! He cursed himself as the excitement took hold of his body.

Hairs began to stand on his neck and arms as he started to squirm in an attempt to move his waist away from her embrace. But this only caused her arm to grip more securely around him as the adventurous leg wrapped over his, locking it in place between her powerful thighs.

“Mmmm…” She moaned softly in her sleep, whispering the pleasing sound into his neck.

The chill took him once more. Oto’s whole body began to vibrate as he lost control of what little resolve he had. The fabric of his shorts growing tighter as he began to panic.

Oh no. Oh no-no-no. He thought to himself, glancing down his body, past her arm and towards her beautiful, albeit bruised thighs. If Hayami wakes up to find us like this, she’ll—she’ll blame me! She’ll hit my nose again. My beautiful nose cannot take that! I must escape. But how…

Oto began to think. Think as he had never thought before. Putting what little brain power he had at his disposal to the task of finding a way to escape a situation that he, quite frankly, had no interest in escaping.

Ultimately, he came up with a solution. First, he would extract himself from Hayami’s wrapped arm by taking her wrist and gently resting it on her hip. Then, once there, he would shift his torso towards the edge of the bed, freeing himself from the tender placement of her lips against his neck.

At this stage of thinking, he cursed himself and his love of California King beds as he looked at the two feet that separated him from the edge of the mattress.

But worming his way to that far wouldn’t be the issue for him. He had found ways to slink from the bed on cold days before. The real challenge would be sliding his body from Hayami’s leg lock. It was going to require some more gentle rubbing of her body against his more delicate area, which could prove problematic for the current situation. Still, he planned use the movement of falling from the bed to free himself of the vice-like grip of her powerful thighs.

Yes. He thought to himself. The plan is flawless! Now, to begin with—

Reaching his hand up to take hold of Hayami’s wrist and begin the surgical extraction of himself, her body came alive. Before Oto knew what was happening, she had taken his wrist in her grasp and was rolling his body over hers. Within seconds, he had been thrown through the air, deeper into the mattress, and tossed back down onto his back. He was no freer than before. In fact, he had become even more pinned.

Hayami was now atop him. Her arms were wrapped behind his head, with her face buried into his neck, and hips resting firmly against his. And, even with all her movement, Hayami was still fast asleep.

How is that even possible?! He thought to himself, looking down the length of her back, feeling the warmth of her body against his. She flipped me—in her sleep! And now I’m even more trapped! And how is she even still asleep?!

“Mmmm…” She moaned once more, her hips sliding deeper onto his.

He could feel the weight of her body moving over his silken shorts, sliding easily into place over top of him. Oto’s heart raced as he tried to control the growing excitement. But he was already losing the battle on multiple fronts.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I am in deep shit.

Oto began to slip into panic mode. He didn’t know what to do, because yet again he was torn between the niceties of being a gentleman and the depravity of a lecher. Though having learned his lesson from the hot spring, the debate of which choice was the right course of action was short-lived.

He needed to flee before she could strike him.

Pulling his hands into his sides, he reached up and firmly grabbed Hayami’s abdomen. With a strong shove, he prepared to throw her from his body. But he could not have anticipated how firmly her grip behind his head had been and, as he pushed, two unexpected things occurred.

Firstly, Hayami’s arms snapped free, but not before her head whipped up and back down against Oto’s nose. In response, he released a loud, bellowing cry as the sensitive cartilage ached from the second blow in under a day. Luckily, after this, the girl had been freed from her grip of his neck and was now propped up above him. This led to the second issue.

After the strike of Hayami’s head into Oto’s and the shift of their bodies in response to his pain, the boy’s hands had slipped up as far as Hayami’s hips had slid down. Her waist was now firmly planted into his, as the awkward situation he wore on his end had reached its apex of elation. Meanwhile, at the other end of the girl’s gorgeous body, the boy’s hands were now firmly gripped onto the perky bosom being bound by the lace bralette.

Oto was frozen once more, unsure what to do, except now, he was looking up into the slowly waking face of Hayami. It took only a moment for her confused expression to shift as she began to realize where she was. Her hips moved against his as eyes began to grow wide. The powerful body trembled as she looked down at her chest, seeing the hands that firmly grabbed onto her breasts.

As her gaze shifted back to Oto’s, the confusion had been replaced with ferocity. A look that he loved and, unfortunately, exasperated the already awkward situation in his pants.

“Oto…” She growled quietly.

“Hayami, I can explain—” He quickly replied. “You see, you—you were sleeping, and I tried to leave, and you sleep-wrestled me. And-and you threw me on my back. And when I tried to move again, you slipped onto me.”

Her look continued hardening as her eyes narrowed on Oto’s growing gaze of terror.

“So, this is my fault?” She nodded to her bust.

“Well, I—” Oto gulped anxiously. “Hayami, please not the face!”

“Your face isn’t what I’m going to break in half!” Hayami hissed and sat up straight, the sound of her cracking knuckles like billiards. “You. Pervert!”

“Not that either!” Oto pleaded with a screech of terror. “Hayami, nooo!”